heart-shaped box

and if i ever felt euphoria again i wish i could fall asleep in its embrace until my eyelids grew cold and bruised

Maybe I, maybe you Are just dreaming sometimes But the world would be cold Without dreamers like you

You look up to the sky With all those questions in mind All you need is to hear The voice of your heart

واقعاً کیر

از این وضعیت خوشم نمیاد

Am I wrong? Have I run too far to get home?

Into the flood again

Same old trip it was back then

So I made a big mistake

Try to see it once my way

Drifting body, it's sole desertion

Flying not yet, quite the notion

My gift of self is raped My privacy is raked And yet I find, and yet I find Repeating in my head If I can't be my own I'd feel better dead.

:(((

the day